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432 Harrys POV
In the end, we didn't get Tom out of the room, let alone to the canteen. He just freaked whenever the idea of going to the canteen, and even when we suggested he went for a walk, he refused, probably thinking we would lead him to the canteen. We just gave up after a while, leaving Tom to sit on the foot of his bed, curling up in a ball, looking up at us helplessly like he was pleading us to let him stay here.
"Tom, you have to eat." I started, not sure what to say really. "you do, I'm worried, cause that man came in, I don't know what he was doing, but I'm scared what he was in here for." Danny explained, sitting down next to Tom, rubbing his back. "we're all scared what he was here for. He could have been here for you're eating problems, or something else, you have to eat either way." I agreed, staying standing with Dougie, not wanting to overcrowd the little blonde on the bed, he was already sitting between Danny and Carrie. "exactly, you were eating a while ago, while we were all at home, why can't you now? Are you still feeling all that stress and guilt?" Carrie asked.
Tom shook his head, hugging his knees. "then whats wrong?" Dougie pulled me to bend down in front of the bed, as he looked up into Toms eyes as he bent his head forward. He shrugged, going to tangle his hand in his hair, before whipping his hand away, like he was actually trying to stop pulling on his hair. "Tom, please, whats wrong?"
Tom stayed silent no matter what we asked him, completely avoiding the subject, looking so guilty the whole time. "we don't have to stay in the canteen you know, we can come back here and eat. If you want we can all go out the room so theres no-one looking at you if you don't want us to." Danny suggested, sometimes, he was genius. I had completely forgotten about Toms fear of eating in front of people, we hadn't been with him during meal times in weeks, I had forgotten all about his irrational fear.
"would that be a better idea for you Tom?" I asked, holding his hand, almost wanting to start pleading him to say yes and to just eat. I couldn't stand knowing that the hospital just shoved a tube down his throat every night without a care about his feelings, that he had to wake up and feel that there, having to stay still so he didn't freak out and hurt himself more. Tom went to shake his head, but hesitated, looking up to the door. "go away!" Tom shouted, we all whipped round to see the doctor who had been standing in here earlier.
"go away will you? This isn't a show!" Carrie slammed the door, making the guy jump a little. "who the hell is he?" Dougie asked, looking up to me like I knew. "I don't know, hes just turned up." I shrugged, "but, I think its okay as long as he doesn't do anything. At the moment he just seems to stand there, let him stand there." I added on when Dougie started looking scared. "I don't like him, he's weird." Dougie turned his head to the man still standing there, he was writing on his clipboard, then stopped, looked at us, and walked off. "he is, but he's gone now, so don't think about him. We'll get rid of him properly next time, alright?" I sighed, wondering what the hell he actually wanted. Usually doctors talked to us first, this one just stood there, watching us, writing on his clipboard.
"that nurse said that there was someone she was calling, maybe thats him?" Danny suggested, pulling Tom closer, hiding his face in his chest. "maybe, whoever he is, he isn't helping." I bit my lip in thought, unconsciously reaching out for Dougies hand, interlinking our fingers together. "he isn't, and if he thinks he's going to continue staring at us, he's got another thing coming." Danny sounded serious, and I knew that he would protect Tom from whatever this man wanted, just like he always did.
433 Dougies POV
Luckily, the strange doctor stayed away for the rest of the day, letting us sit together until it was home time, and the nurses kicked us out because Tom was getting sleepy. For once, he actually was getting sleepy by himself, without the help of any drug. I think todays panics had just worn him out so much he actually wanted to sleep. "see you tomorrow guys." I sighed, hugging Tom and Danny, especially Tom. "night, see you tomorrow." Danny smiled, hugging us back, keeping one arm around Tom as he laid on his shoulder, looking so tired.
"think you'll need anything by tomorrow for us to bring you?" Harry asked, hugging the boys as I let go. "erm, don't think so...oh, could you find Tommys glasses? We don't have any contacts left." Danny obviously meant that Tom wasn't able to put them in himself, he was so...helpless at the moment. He didn't speak much, if at all, mostly sat still, hugging his knees. Danny did a lot of things for Tom now, apart from feed or wash him. Tom did those himself, though Danny seemed to end up doing his hair for him, as we had seen him brushing and styling Toms hair a lot.
"alright, we'll find them. Anything else?" Carried smiled, giving Tom an extra long squeeze. "nah, we'll be fine with just glasses." Danny shook his head, straightening Toms hair soothingly. "alright, well, we'll be back in the morning around 10 then." Harry sighed, squeezing my hand as he stood up. "see you then! I won't get up." Danny indicated a now very sleepy Tom on his shoulder, he seemed to be slowly crashing out now from exhaustion. "haha, well sleep tight Tom, we'll be back with your glasses tomorrow." I smiled, watching Tom drop down onto Dannys lap as Danny pushed him there, laying his head on his lap, pillowing it there.
We laughed a little at the sight and wandered out, strolling around the corridors towards the exit. "hello, you're Thomas and Daniels friends, and Thomas's sister, aren't you?" the doctor who had been staring at us suddenly popped up out of nowhere. "yes, what do you want?" Harry glared straight away, his hands pulling me backwards protectively. "I wanted to ask you a few questions about Tom, seeing as you won't let me observe him." The doctor explained, looking too cool at the moment.
"no, not unless you tell us who are and what you want." Harry answered, we didn't even know this mans name, let alone what he wanted. "I'm David Tennant, I'm a psychologist that's been assigned to Toms case. Because he isn't reacting to things in a way that's deemed normal." This 'David' explained, giving us a look that clearly meant that he wasn't lying, he was actually there to 'help' Tom. "yes he is, you don't need to be here." Carrie glared. "now I think you know that's not true. From just what I've observed, I have already seen Toms phobia of food, and his fear of the doctors around him. You can't say that's normal, can you?" David had a point, though we weren't going to tell him that.
"yes it is." I lied. "no, it isn't. and you know that. I'm just here to help, nothing more." David answered, his face softening a little. "yeah, right. You're not going anywhere near Tom, stay away from him." Harry warned, gripping onto my hand, the sign that he didn't trust this man just as little as I did. "I know you're protective of him, but, just let me have see him for just a little while, I could help make his stay here a little easier for all of you." David proposed, that wasn't happening, ever. "no, you're not going near him. Tom is fine, and we'll be out of here soon, so we don't need your help." Carrie growled, she made me think of something, how long was Tom supposed to be in here for? The doctors had sorted out his arms, and had fed him repeatedly for the past two weeks, why weren't we allowed home yet?
"I wouldn't be so sure about that. The doctors in charge aren't keen on sending Tom home until hes had another psychological consult, just to make sure that he doesn't actually need any help." David explained, oh hell, that wasn't good. "well, he doesn't. we have it covered." Harry warned, his voice full of steel, just warning this man to disagree with him. "you are sure about that? You didn't seem like you have Tom under control." David smirked, like he was winning, well, he sort of was. "hes not an animal! We don't control him!" I argued, Tom was not an animal who we controlled, this man couldn't say things that indicated that Tom was anything than human. He wasn't a fully functioning human, but he was still human!
"I wasn't saying that. I meant you didn't seem like you were helping him much earlier." David backtracked quickly, holding his hands up like he was meaning to say that he didn't mean any harm. "we were! We know a hell of a lot more about Tom than you do. You don't know whats best for him, we do." Harry defended, we did know Tom better, this man couldn't just come in and say anything about Tom, someone he hadn't even properly met! "really? Because looking at his records, he hasn't had the best experiences in hospitals over the past couple of years." David read through a few of the charts, the words telling us about Toms past few trips here, about how every single time, he freaked out.
"so what? It means nothing! It means nothing, alright? We've got this all covered, you can't just poke your nose in and mess everything about!" Carrie waved her arms in frustration and panic. "why can't I? its my job to help in these cases." David smirked again, my hate for this man grew, even though I hadn't met him more than 10 minutes ago. "I don't care, you're not going near him and messing him up even more!" I cried, so scared he would decide to come in and mess Toms head up even more than it already was. "its my job, I have to." David answered simply, with a firm edge that dared us to argue. "no you don't, leave us alone. Things will be fine when we go home. Hospitals just bring out Toms fears, that's all." Carrie was almost pleading this man to believe her. "oh really?" now David seemed interested, why did we say that?!